I woke up the way I do-everyday,The sun was red in the eastern frontAnd I remembered Red is the colour of blood and wine...And Red reminds me of the rosesDying every dayIn your garden, in mine;In the florist's shop round the corner...Opening eyes, I foundRedness of wrath strewn all over,In shapes weird and woobly,In forms liquid and stickyLike rivulets of wine ...

'Apocalypse is here'Someone cried;'doomsday befell us'Shouted another;I only saw roses on the graves!

I could see the way you soar,Up in the milky route;I could see how you flutter,Away from the mundane and mist;

O It's so lovely to be there!Tired souls, distracted...You called on me,To follow the trajectoryOf your forlorn flight,

Hesitant me, paused and thought,For a while, as the unknown called;'Get a move'n'-you said,Eye to eye;I thought I should join your generationOf the unrequited,I thought I should...And so, I ran,Like the arrow from the quiver,Like the rain driving hard on steely road,Like the lightning, hot and quick...

If you tremble a bit,i will fall .... The Fall will be mighty, i know...If you blow a breath over me... i will die, a death so numb,But i know you can take me out, you can freeze me to immortality,Haven't you done that ever before? Haven't you ever felt the dying wish to live to the fullest? Haven't you ?

Even before could I anticipate,
She turned up dressed in her best attire
Stupefying me;
'You are a dumb!' she whispered into my ears,
Like she always did in the late evenings of July-
Year after year, every year of my half worn life;

'You are a gate-crasher!'
I shouted at her, uselessly,
Like I did on every occasion;

She just smiled that took me back
To the evenings of the past,
To the roads full of puddles
In which neon signs of giant billboards
Just disappeared;

'You are a magician' -I said,

She looked straight into my black dots
And came closer to embrace me;
I had the shiver of the lifetime,

'Jesus!' I exclaimed,
'I 'm drowning!'
But she came all over me
With her all feminine charms
To keep me mum;

I lingered onto her,
Like idiots do
Bedazzled by the voluptuous,
In late evenings of July-
Year after year,
Every year;

It was a ball of fire then, hot and burning with exploding volcanoes...The MOTHER tossed it upon her plams,This way and that;The ball of redness burnt deep into her skin,And she cried with pleasure and pain alike...

She tossed and tossed,Till the fire gave in...And till her tears vapoured up to form clouds mammoth, And the clouds rained and rained,To cause the Great Inundation...

And then came the tiny throbs of life,Of kinds so varied...Of sizes so numerous...Finally cometh Man-Two legged, adventurers,With a cranium holding chemicals alien.

How I long to be there,At your lap full of greenness of youth;O How I wish to go back to those days,The days of fights and boozes,Of misty evenings,Of a life carefree and unguided,Like a virgin, unsatiated soul...Like a kite thrust against the gale so strong...

O How I long to retrace those paths,Of reckless, illusory existence,Of pristine happiness,Devoid of the smell of coins and filthy papersWhich some people call 'fortune'

In boyhood, we came here unnumbered times...We played hide-n-seek...Soon we graduated to sins of adolescence-Here at the jetty;

So many years have passed byLike the stream that flows underneath,Now after so many years,Standing here I feel pained...Memories come back to meLike clusters of stings,O' How I miss them all...Those bright faces, full of smiles and mischief,O' How I wish to go backTo the days of endless smoke and cards...Of love won and lost,Of meaningful meaninglessness...

window mine!o window mine!You are my way of seeing the world afar,And the blue sky with drops of rain and tears,And the yellow hue that brightens upSometimes the pall of gloom...And the faces glistened of children at play;

You are the only wayTo glory and dreams,To happily passed evenings,To the sadness enveloped in the bruisesthat mark the end of a beginning...

You show me the light of the day,The dark of the Hell on Earth,The glimmer of hopeAnd the worn out leaves...

The Sky So Blue...Have you ever seen the sky?So blue and white,Have you ever been there?So cold and listless,Have you ever touched the clouds?So wet and smooth,Have you ever kissed the rain drops?So salty and unknown...

Hey you!Don't you knowThat it's time to go?Leaving allThat you reap and sow?And giving allThat you keep in tow?And wiping outYour dreams and woe?And cleansing offYour filth filled shoe?Hey You!Don't you know-As you come, so you go?

Of Nature I sing my praise, my lord!For all the events of history will die,As the morns, the nights deify;For the fire, solace in ashes finds,And in the annals, the worm resides;For the flower in lover's hand dies,And the stream, in desert belies;For all the harms and wrongs we do,Void will eat our nothingness too;She grows and grows till the doom,'Thousand years a little room!'

once i caught a boat, empty...devoid of any occupant,tossing up and downin a stream with no one around,it danced and swayed, in its own way...i gazed at it and found me a boatin a stream cool and still